On a starry summer night, my partner and I counted the stars by the river. At that time, it was the time when the wheat seedlings were jointing. Due to the drought, the wheat seedlings that have been sunburned all day hang their heads. How I wish my crops would grow sturdily! So, my "child head" asked my friends to dig a hole in the river bank and introduce the river into my wheat field.
However, just as I was pouting at the aqueduct, there were hurried footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around, my ass had been slapped hard. I turned my head and saw that it was my mother. I said with a little injustice, "Mom, I am watering our wheat field!" " "
"Plug the hole for me!" Mother said angrily, "our land is upstream, and there is not enough water in the river." We have to let the people downstream water it first! " "I had to plug the hole silently. Mom left safely.
After a while, my mother brought a pot of water and gave us two bowls each. When we were drinking water, my mother said earnestly, "You can't think about yourself first. You children often count the stars with your neck up, so you don't look at other people's stars. You look at me, I look at you. Everyone is shining. How beautiful! People should be like this! "
Watching our children drink water, mother said, "Don't choke, there are stars hidden in the water!" " "We looked at the water in the bowl curiously, and sure enough, there were stars shining in the water in everyone's bowl.
My mother is a rural woman, but it is she who found philosophy in the stars and used it to light up my young heart.